Bought and Trained (13 page)

“Oh, good. Please tell the other girls that you should all come to my training room
to meet Rose properly, at 3. Rose and I will be having lunch up here. It’s OK, Rose;
your jaw is getting tired… just a few more, since your mouth is so nice and soft for
me. Understood, Kerry?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You may go.”

Rose heard Kerry getting up from her knees, as she felt that she might faint from
the insistent thrusting of her master’s huge cock.

Then Master N withdrew. “You may look me in the face, Rose,” he said. Rose turned
her eyes up to his handsome face, looming above her. “Today is going to be difficult,
I know, but you have started out very well. I have high hopes for you, and I think
your owner has a real treat in store. Now get up, and go to the bathroom. I’ll be
right behind you.”

Once they were through the door of the bathroom, Master N said, “Pick up your mat,
Rose, and bring it to me.”

His voice was very stern, and she was already trembling a little as she complied.

“It was Kerry’s oversight not to remind you, but the mat is your responsibility, as
Miss Abigail told you. I need to find a way to reinforce that lesson. Give me the
mat.”

Rose handed the rolled-up square of foam rubber to him.

“These mats are designed to show secretions prominently, Rose,” he said. “That’s so
we can figure out who’s been keeping her mat clean and who hasn’t.” He unrolled the
mat in front of Rose, with her name at the top, so that the part of the mat her pussy
had been over when Master N was fucking her in the foyer was at the bottom. “Do you
see your wantonness, there?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” Rose said.

“Lick it off, Rose,” he said.

“Oh, Master…”

“Do you want to be punished right here and now, Rose? Obey me.”

Rose bent her head to comply, looking at the little stains where her moisture had
dripped onto her mat, betraying how arousing it had been to be fucked by Master N’s
huge cock. She put her tongue out, and licked, and tasted new foam rubber with just
the tiniest hint of herself.

“You are a bad girl, Rose. You know that, and I know that, and your owner knows that.”
At these words, Rose was suddenly licking harder. “You are the particular kind of
bad girl who is very valuable to the right men. You can pretend that you were abducted,
but you and I both know that if I opened the gate and let you run away, you wouldn’t
do it.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered as she licked.

The stains were gone very soon, and Master N had Rose go to the sink and wash her
saliva off the mat.

“There,” he said, “good as new. Now go to the middle of the room, and lay your mat
there, with your name facing me, and kneel for me.”

When she had complied, her eyes downcast, Master N said, “Eyes on my cock.” With a
blush, she complied. “You were right to begin with your eyes down, Rose,” he said,
gently. “Master Leo taught you well.”

He took a step toward her. She watched his half-erect cock sway a little, and she
shivered at its menace.

“I want to tell you about your mat, Rose,” Master N said. “Miss Abigail has pointed
out the way your name is written on it, so that your name is for my benefit, so that
I have something to call you when I summon you for fucking or for punishment, but
there is something else about the mat that I’m going to call your attention to, something
that’s very simple. The mat has been given to you so that you may kneel upon it, the
way you are kneeling now. When you carry the mat, when you look at it, when you wash
it, you remember that kneeling in front of your master is your function. Mouth, Rose.”

It took her a moment to realize that she had been given a command, and in that moment,
Master N stepped forward and slapped her, hard, across the face. “Mouth, Rose,” he
said again.

Rose opened her mouth and put her tongue out.

“Your tongue position is better already, Rose,” Master N said, as he began once again
to fuck her face.

His praise made her happy. How could that be? Her body, her soul, her very nature
were being turned against her.

Master N made a little grunt of pleasure as Rose finally managed to open her throat,
for a brief moment. “Oh, very good,” he said, and pulled out. “It’s time to learn
another command, Rose. Lie on your back on the divan over there, please.”

When Rose had obeyed, finding that she could not resist feeling the way her pretty
blue nightgown fell deliciously around her hips, Master N said, “When I say ‘Open,’
Rose, you will raise your knees and take them in your hands. I’m sure you can see
how that will open you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Open.” Rose lifted her knees, and grasped them, underneath. Her blue nightgown slipped
to her belly, so that when she looked down her body she saw herself opened almost
as much as she knew Master N did. Rose had assumed positions like this by herself
in bed, thinking about what a man might see if he looked there, but to do it for her
master felt like yet another stripping away of the modesty she had been told from
childhood she must leave intact. How could she do this? Was Master N right that if
she could escape, she wouldn’t? But she had no idea where this place was! She’d never
be able to find her way anywhere before… before what? Before they caught her? But
he had said they would let her go… no, surely they wouldn’t. It was a trick, and they
would put the red collar on her.

“Very nice, Rose,” he was saying. “Such a lovely little cunt and such a crinkly little
anus.” Then he had taken hold of her hips and, saying, “Stay open now, Rose,” he pulled
her toward him, to the edge of the divan, so that he could sink himself into her wet
pussy.

“Mmm,” he murmured, “nice, tight cunt, Rose. You’re a good lay, you little slut.”
His words seemed to travel from her ears straight to her clitoris, and she cried out
as he used her, gripping her upper thighs tightly and pounding his strong hips into
her bottom cheeks. Master N fucked Rose steadily that way for long minutes, and suddenly
Rose felt herself starting to come. Was she supposed to ask? Was she allowed to speak?
She looked into Master N’s face; he was looking down at the spectacle of his cock
claiming her pussy again and again. The degradation was exquisite: this strong gorgeous
man, fucking, interested in her pussy and only her pussy.

At the sight she gave a strangled cry, and Master N looked her in the eyes and said,
“Naughty girl, Rose, to look me in the eye.”

She had almost come, but he pulled out of her, and, suddenly, turned her over, her
bottom presented at the edge of the divan, and began to spank her, hard and quick.
“Naughty,” he said, “naughty, naughty,” as the slaps fell on her backside over and
over. Now she was crying out with the pain, and she felt like she was almost coming,
but her master spanked her so hard that the desire left her, and she was sobbing at
the burning in her bottom cheeks.

Master N stood up. “Get your mat, you naughty girl, and come to my training room.
It’s at the other end of the hall, last door on the right. You’ve got a trip across
my knee coming to make sure you don’t forget again.”

Rose heard the door open, and close. Shakily, she stood up, and got the mat, and rolled
it up.

“A trip across my knee.” Did he know the effect that phrase had on Rose? Of course
he did, Rose realized. Rose needed training, and she would have a trip across her
master’s knee whenever she needed one to ensure that her training achieved the desired
result, and made her a pleasurable concubine for her owner. And then, after that,
she would have a trip across her owner’s knee when she needed it, once she had been
taken home to his house, where he would enjoy her just as he liked, whenever he liked.

Rose walked down the hall with trembling knees, wondering why she was not just running
away, rather than going into her master’s training room for a spanking. The red collar;
that was the reason. She would have her trip across Master N’s knee, because she had
no choice.

Neil waited in his training room. Rose was going to be a very good concubine, but
the next few hours could have a decisive effect on just how good. Neil was sitting
in his master’s chair: armless so that girls could go over his lap, made of steel
and the same washable faux-leather surface that covered everything at the Institute
upon which a girl might be fucked. In fact, after her trip across his knee, Rose would
be fucked over that chair.

The other furniture of the large training room, a converted state bedroom with rich
wood wainscoting and green walls that contrasted sharply, but not unpleasantly, with
the activities in which Neil engaged there, consisted of a king-sized bed, without
bedclothes except for a single sheet to cover the mattress, three of the standard
training benches lined up against the wall as a single long bench—enough space to
get all his girls over them at once, if necessary—, two trestles, and a St. Andrew’s
cross. Chains could be lowered from the ceiling in four places.

Leo had done his job very well, Neil could tell. Rose’s submission was not deeply
buried, as had been immediately evident from the reading material and the vibrator,
and so Leo’s use of the red collar had been perfect: Rose absolutely needed something
to fear, or she would be spoiled as a pick-up, and would become a volunteer in everything
but name. If that happened, when David and Grace came to sample her, Rose would behave
completely inappropriately, and fail to provide the pleasure David was really looking
for, in paying so much for a pick-up.

Rose knocked. Neil knew that she had seen, on the whiteboard with the heading:

MASTER N: TRAINING

ROSE: SPANKING, FUCKING, POSITIONS

9:00–3:00

“Come in, Rose,” Neil called.

Rose opened the door and stepped into the room. She gasped at her very first sight
of it; the St. Andrew’s cross was positioned so that it was the first thing a girl
saw, and new girls tended to gasp when confronted by the reality of the thing.

“You really should be in your pink nightgown, Rose,” Neil said, still in his master’s
chair, which faced the door from the other side of the room, past the St. Andrew’s
cross. “Kerry did tell you what the colors mean, didn’t she?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said. “But…”

“You will learn that any time you transition, if you should be wearing a different
color, you must change, but that’s alright. First of all, I will shortly be giving
you a much greater reason to be wearing pink.” Even from the other side of the large
room, he could see Rose’s eyes widen in fear. “And, second of all, you are not going
to be wearing anything but a few bits of leather for the next few hours. I have a
new command for you. I am going to say ‘Knees,’ and you are going to come and lay
your mat in front of me and kneel on it, with your hands clasped behind your back.
As with every command, here, any master may give you this command at any time. Do
you understand, Rose?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Knees, Rose.”

The girl was almost too satisfactory, Neil thought as she complied, already keeping
her eyes on his cock where they should be. He would have to try to do something about
that today, or he would be skating on thin ice through her whole training.

“Take off your nightgown.” Neil said this with an air of threat, and that, at least,
had its effect, because of the earlier promise of the trip over his knee, following
the spanking he had given her over the divan in the bathroom. He watched her hesitantly
take the hem of the pretty blue nightie and lift it off over her head. “Thank you,”
he said. “You may just lay it beside your mat for now. I’m sure you can figure out
what the next command I’ll teach you means. Lap, Rose.”

He heard her make a fearful little whimper at the thought of the spanking. That sound
couldn’t really be feigned, so at least she wasn’t a pain-slut, and there wouldn’t
be an issue with healing. Pain-sluts were a serious challenge because it was hard
to punish them in a way that didn’t take longer to heal than was consistent with thorough
training.

Slowly, and trembling, Rose got to her feet. She looked at his lap for a moment, with
an expression of doubt on her face. “Your head to your right, Rose. I’m right-handed,
as is your owner. Unless you know for a fact that the master or mistress giving the
command is left-handed, always put your head to your right and your master or mistress’s
left. So come stand on the right side of me, and then bend yourself over.”

The lovely, naked girl obeyed, and Neil watched with satisfaction as her shoulder-length
blond hair cascaded down around her face as she hung her head down, and, even better,
her bottom, slightly pink still from the spanking in the bathroom, was offered up
to him, prim and jiggling just a bit. Neil gently rearranged her hair to fall over
her neck, so that they could have eye contact when he wanted it, as he said, “You
are going to have a long spanking now, Rose. You need to understand how important
obedience is, here at the Institute. I am going to be acquainting you with my paddle,
which is what I use to punish girls who have forgotten a rule. I need you to understand,
though, that as much as this spanking is going to hurt, Rose, it is the lightest punishment
I give. If you were to displease me seriously, there are the strap, and the cane.
I know you had the cane from Master Leo, so, as I give you the paddle, I want you
to consider how it might feel to have more than a few strokes of the cane from me.”

Neil took the paddle from its hook on the wall right next to the master’s chair, and
tapped Rose’s lovely, rosy bottom with it.

“Prepare yourself, Rose,” he said. He heard her take a gasping breath. Then he began
to spank her, hard, but slowly. He began with what they called, at the Institute,
a five-cadence: right cheek, left cheek, sit-spot, right thigh, left thigh.